Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

A quizzical expression overrules his face. Servants huh? He hums to himself. There goes his attempt at being helpful and nice at the same to time to the picky she-wolf. Though he appreciates that she isn’t snappy towards him she still has that certain tone of privilege that she always seems to carry. Not to ignore the fact that she called them equals. This makes his confused expression curl into an easy smile. At least she realizes that, and that too he appreciates.

Then as he explains to her she offers him the promise of death to the ones that did the same to his family. At this he scoffs at her. “There is no way to beat them.” He says bitterly. “They don’t use teeth, brute strength, or even stealth. They use something else entirely. Fire and smoke, loud noises and so many other things I don’t understand.” He sighs and his face becomes comical. “Some of that wild shit I’ve never seen in my entire life.”